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 Algeria 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
the Germs,
CMW,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.