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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.