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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.