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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.