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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.