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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Franke,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.