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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
X-102,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.