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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.