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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Magma 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.