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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.