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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.