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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.