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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.