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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.