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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.