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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
MDC,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.