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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
New Order,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.