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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.