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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.