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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.