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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.