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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Monolake to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.