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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Index,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.