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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Ronan,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.