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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.