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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.