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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.