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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.