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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Chrome,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.