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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.