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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
CMW,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.