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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.