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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.