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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.