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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.