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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.