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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.