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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.