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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
June Days,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.