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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.