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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.