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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.