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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Can to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.