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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.