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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.