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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.