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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flag to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
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.