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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.