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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.