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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
UT,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.