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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Wings,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
JFA,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.