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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.