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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.