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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.