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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.