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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.