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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 808 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 ABC to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.