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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.