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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Mars,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.