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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.