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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.