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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.