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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.