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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.