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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.