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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.