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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.