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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Gong,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.