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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.