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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.