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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Mars,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.