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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.