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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.