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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.