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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.