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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
CMW,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.