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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.