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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.