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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Rakim,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.