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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.