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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.