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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Pole to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.