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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.