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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Can,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.