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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.