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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Brick,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.