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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Slits,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.