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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Cymande,
Can,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.