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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Lyres,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.