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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.