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 Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.