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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Television,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.