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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.