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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.