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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.