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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.