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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Fugs 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.