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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monolake to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.