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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.