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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.