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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.