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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.