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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.