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 Uzbekistan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.