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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.