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 Israel 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.