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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
cv313,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.