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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.