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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.