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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.