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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.