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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.