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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.