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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.