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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.