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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.