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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.