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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.