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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.