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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.