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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.