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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.