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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.