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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Television,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.