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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.