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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.