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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.