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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.