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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.