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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.