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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Trojans,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.