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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.