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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.