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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.