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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.