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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.