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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.