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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland.
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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Unwound,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.