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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.