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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.