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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.