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 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.