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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.