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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
World's Most,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.