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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
PIL,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.