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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.