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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Wire,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.