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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Nico,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.