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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.