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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Grauzone to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.