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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.