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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
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.