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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.