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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
CMW,
UT,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.