Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Television,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.