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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.