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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.