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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.