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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Crime to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.