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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.