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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.