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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Can,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
DNA,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.