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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.