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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.