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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.