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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.