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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.