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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.