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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.