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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Toasters to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.