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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.