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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Fear,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.