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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.