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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.