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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Magma,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.