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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.