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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Pylon,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.