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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.