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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
the Association,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.