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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.