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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.