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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.