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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Can,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.