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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
New Order,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.