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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Mars,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.