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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.