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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.