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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
The Index,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.