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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.