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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.