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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.