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 India and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.