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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.