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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.