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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.