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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.