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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.