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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.