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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.