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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.