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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.