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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.