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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.