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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.