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 Korea North and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.