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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.