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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.