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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.