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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.