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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.