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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.