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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.