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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.