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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.