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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Monks,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.