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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.