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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.