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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
JFA,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Index,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.