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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.