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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.