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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 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 Stooges to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.