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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.