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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.