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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.