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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.