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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.