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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.