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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.