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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.