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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Index,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.