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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.