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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.