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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.