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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.