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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.