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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.