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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.