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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Magma,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.