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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.