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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
The Index,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.