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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.