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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.