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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.