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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.