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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
CMW,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.