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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.