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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.