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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.