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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.