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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Index,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.