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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.