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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.