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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.