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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.