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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Wire,
Ten City,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.