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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.