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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.