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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Slave,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.