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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.