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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Q65,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.