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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Mars,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Can,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.