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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.