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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 808 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Japan,
CMW,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.