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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.