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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.