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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Faust,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.