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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
UT,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.