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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.