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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.