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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.