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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.