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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
ABC,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.