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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.