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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.