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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.