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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Liliput,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.