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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.