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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.