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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.