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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.