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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.