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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Slave,
Aswad,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.