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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.