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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.