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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.