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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.