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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Quantec,
The Move,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.