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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
CMW,
DNA,
The Names,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.