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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.