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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
JFA,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.
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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.