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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Unwound,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
the Human League,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.