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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.