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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.