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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.