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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Visage,
10cc,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.