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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Slave,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.