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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.