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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.