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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.