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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.