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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.