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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.