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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.