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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.