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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.