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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.