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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.