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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.