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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.