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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.