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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.