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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
ABC,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
The Index,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.