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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.