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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.