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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Swans,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.