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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.