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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.