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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.