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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.