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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.