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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Cameo,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.