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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the disco 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.