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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.