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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.