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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.