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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.