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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Television,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.