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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
JFA,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.