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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia 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?
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.