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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.