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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
UT,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.