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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.