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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.