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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
UT,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.