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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.