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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.