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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.