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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.