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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.