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 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.