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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.