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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.