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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.