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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.