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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Swans,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.