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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Nas,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.