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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.