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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.