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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.