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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.