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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.