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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.