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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.