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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.