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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.