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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.