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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Victims,
X-102,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.