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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Index,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.