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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.