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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.