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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.