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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.