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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.