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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.