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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.