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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
UT,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.