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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.