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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.