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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.