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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.