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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s 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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Scientists,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.