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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Doors,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.