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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.