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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.