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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.