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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.