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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.