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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.