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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.