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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.