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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.