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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.