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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.