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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.