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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.