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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.