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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.