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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.