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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.