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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.