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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.