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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.