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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
June Days,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.