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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.