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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Slave,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.