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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.