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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.