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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.