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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.