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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.