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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.