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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
New Order,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.