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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
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,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.