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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.