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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.