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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.