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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.