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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.