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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.