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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.