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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.