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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.