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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.