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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.