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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.