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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.