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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.