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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.