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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.