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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.