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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.