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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.