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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.