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 Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.