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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.