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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.