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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.