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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.