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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.