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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s 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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.