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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.