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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.