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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.