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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.