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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.