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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.