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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.