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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.