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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.