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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.