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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.