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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.