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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.