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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.