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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.