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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Skarface,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Can,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.