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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.