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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
a-ha,
MC5,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.