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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.