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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Visage,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.