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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.