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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.