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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.