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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.