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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.