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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.