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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Crime,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.