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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.