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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
June Days,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.