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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Cluster,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.