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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.