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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.