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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.