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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.