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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.