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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Magma,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.