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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.