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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.