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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Scientists 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.