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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
New Order,
MDC,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.