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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
AZ,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Television,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.