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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.