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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.