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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.