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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.