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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.