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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Can,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.