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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.