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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Japan,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.