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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.