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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.