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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.