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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.