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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.