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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.