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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.