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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.