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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.