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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.