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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Ossler,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.