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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.