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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kas Product 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.