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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.