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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.