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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.