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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.