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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.