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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.