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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.