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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.