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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.