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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.