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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.