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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.