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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.