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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.