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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Wire,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.