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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.