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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Hoover 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 grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.