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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.