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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.