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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.